How is it Wednesday already? I don’t know where half my week went, but let me tell you about last weekend: We had a great Saturday, doing all of the things Tyson loves. We looked at trains, walked through trains, talked about trains with men four times our age, ate some delicious food, spent time with family, and walked through every aisle at Target. The day was warm and felt more like summer than spring, and we gladly soaked up the sun because we haven’t really seen it since winter. We drove home that night exhausted but not wanting for the day to end. Why can’t every weekend be like this?